Wings in the Starry Night

Darkness sneaks upon the ground,

As the shadows become obscure.

The tired wings fly homeward,

Through a sullen red sky.

What am I Leaving Behind

Don’t be Sorry. If you would have appreciated the little gestures and been kind to others, the story of your after life would have been different. Valour, name, a sense of pride and satisfaction is what I did leave for the world. But what have you left?

The Winner, Who Lost

Yes, it is necessary to work hard to achieve goals but you need your people to celebrate those achieved goals, money can buy a lot of things but not the smile which your dear ones have when you achieve your goals.

Lost, To Be Found

And there in the crowd, their eyes met. Anya felt an instant connect. She found a sudden calm in the storm. He looked serene, but lost in the crowd, just like her. The look in his eyes said so much.

Wandering Souls

Meandering curls run across her neck Revealing a mark so enticing You would not wish to run your fingers through her hair. Arresting your soul with her glances, She captures your imagination like none does. A keen observer, her laughter echoes In your mind and opens up windows to your soul. Let me talk real…


That moment when our minds wander,
Distant from reality,
The whole world stands still
While we’re in abysmal fantasy.


Take some time out, be with the woman who never expects you to buy her any gifts, the man who never asks you to achieve any target, the friend who would never compete against you, but protect you from all dangers and perhaps help you financially sometimes.

Summer Internship At NELCO Ltd.

The summer internship was a sneak peek into how top managements create and decide upon strategies. There were numerous learning which I will carry forward in my future endeavors.

Embracing the Pain

Every girl is excited to have a fairytale teenage, where she can fly like a free bird, take risks, fall, explore her identity, make mistakes, get love, make friends and memories. Memories that she could cherish for lifetime. The little 15 year old wanted the same beautiful chapter to be inked in the books of…

Colors of the Abstract

But she never thought she would love the prison she lived in because she had learnt to paint the walls however she wanted to with the broken pieces of chalk and the freedom from the thought ‘what would people say?’

O Captain, My Captain

Not many people will have heard this line. Very few of us will actually connect the dots with a certain Mr Keating, of the fictional boarding school Welton Academy

A Tribute

To the world you may be a teacher, but to your students you are a hero!